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Hot time

So, this happened.

I worked at home yesterday and had just sat down to eat lunch when someone rang my front door. Assuming it was UPS, I buzzed him in and stepped into my coop’s hallway.

My dog Rory ran ahead to greet my visitor and brought back…

HIM

Okay, not this particular fireman.  The firefighter in my building had black hair and was tragically wearing his shirt uniform.  But still –

He was smoking hot!

I said, “Are we on fire?” and he flashed a perfect smile.

Well, I was.

He explained he was conducting the building’s yearly walk-through, and proceeded to ask some questions about the basement and elevator access while he petted my dog Rory.

To soon, he was on his way.  But my heart was happy.  You see, the firehouse is only one block away.

Rory, it’s time to try a different walk route!

Magic carpet

It’s chilly today in New York City.

My morning walk with Rory in Central Park was cold, cold, cold.

So when I found this aerial view of carpets in Marrakesh, Morocco — shot by photographer Yann Arthus-Bertrand — the colors and reflected sunlight warmed me right up.

Hope it adds a little warmth to your day, too!

Luck of the Irish

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I was in Pittsburgh today on business, and my plans to fit in a bit of playtime went awry.

I hope Shaun isn’t too disappointed.

Shaun the Leprechaun was sent to me by my friend Sophie. Her class back in Kentucky is studying geography, and sent Shaun and other leprechauns out across the country a la “Up in the Air” to report on what they see, hear and do.

So far Shaun has tagged along with me on a video shoot; riding the subway; walking the dog; and now taking this trip with me to Pittsburgh.

I had planned to take Shaun to the Andy Warhol Museum after my meeting. But then I had to jump on a conference call and there was paperwork and cabs were impossible to get in the rain and…

Time ran out.

Hopefully taking him to meet Jon Stewart next week will ease the blow.

Morning mystery

My morning walk in Central Park was something out of a Mary Higgins Clark novel.

Rory and I were taking ‘the long way’ in the direction of the Great Lawn.  That’s when I noticed the two black SUVs with blacked-out windows on the walking path.

An unusual sight, but we kept going.

When we rounded the corner at the Delacorte Theater — home of Shakespeare in the Park — I saw at least 15 police cars, lights flashing, and a helicopter parked on the Great Lawn.  Officers were clustered around the banks of the pond behind the outdoor amphitheater.

I felt like I had been plunged into an episode of Castle.  Nathan Fillion was in town earlier this week to tape Late Show with David Letterman…but sadly, he wasn’t about.

The officers who were there weren’t giving up any information.  A park security officer said they thought someone had drowned, but she was found alive.  But a woman walking in the park a bit earlier in the morning said she saw them remove something from the lake.

News crews were on site, but I couldn’t score any info on their websites.  So, the mystery continues.

Not bad for a morning walk, huh?

Beantown

I’m having a Boston feel good kinda morning.

Rory Dog and I are in town this week and started revisiting our old haunts today.

Nothing is more fun than watching that 13-year old puppy race into the Public Garden and Boston Commons.  He takes the same paths, checks out the same squirrel trees — even pees on the same spots.

It’s like we never left.

And when we return to the apartment, what film is playing on FX but Fever Pitch, starring Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon.

While not a perfect movie, it is a great Boston sports movie — primarily due to the timing of the Farrelly Brothers’ shoot.  This story of a Boston Red Sox fanatic and his attempts to balance a romantic relationship with his baseball obsession wrapped during the Sox’s unbelievable World Series win.

Talk about a happy ending.

It just kinda fits with this beautiful, Boston day.  It’s a nice place to visit.  And we’re glad to be here.

Tee test

Everyone thinks they have a sense of humor.  But not everyone shares your sense of humor.  If only there was a quick test.

I found it…quite by accident.

It’s a t-shirt.  I bought it from TheOnion.com store.  If I’m wearing it and a person walks by and laughs or smiles, they share my sense of humor.  If they look confused, they don’t.

Simple, huh?

Here it is — my ‘Area Woman’ tee.

If you are already smiling, you a) get it and b) share my sense of humor.

If you are tilting your head wondering WTF, here’s the skinny.

‘Area Woman’ is a play off of ‘Area Man,’ a term used in a lot of police and news reports…as in “An area man was pulled from the river” or “The string of bank robberies has been linked to an area man.”

I think it’s funny.  So do a lot of other people who walk by me when I’m wearing it with Rory in Central Park.

But just as many stare at my shirt with wrinkled brow, then look at me oddly.

These are not my people.

Yawn

Wimbledon is a racket.

I look forward to it every year, and watch every moment of tennis that my schedule allows.

But this year?

My actual body clock reset itself to make sure of it.

I normally wake up around 7am every morning — without an alarm — to walk the dog.  But this year during Wimbledon, I have been popping out of bed between 5:30-6:00am

I know that the first hour of Wimbledon coverage on ESPN is bogus chit-chat, and the matches don’t start until 8:00am.  But my body doesn’t.  And I especially know that the weekend coverage doesn’t begin until 9:00am.

Go back to sleep.

(I’m not listening.)

To be or not

It’s one of the first signs of summer in New York City:

The long line of people waiting for tickets to Shakespeare in the Park at Central Park’s Delacorte Theatre.

Rory and I walk by them almost every morning on our way to the Great Lawn.  They are in chairs and sleeping bags, reading and napping and sometimes eating breakfast.  (Those are Rory’s favorites.)

In recent years, when Anne Hathaway and Al Pacino headlined productions in Shakespeare in the Park, the line was ginormous even in the early morning hours.  On a couple of occasions, the stars themselves were rumored to have brought snacks to the fans camped out in line.

This year?  The lines for performances of All’s Well that Ends Well and Measure for Measure have been scrawny at best, even by mid-morning.  But then again, there are no celebrities in the cast.

Which begs the question:

Are people really hot for Shakespeare or movie stars?

Walk walk

I was walking home from an early appointment this morning and waved to one of the doormen on my block.

“Sorry, I didn’t recognize you for a moment,” he said.

I’ve heard this one before.  “Because I don’t have the dog with me, right?”

“No,” he said.  “Because you’re walking so fast.  You and Rory normally just stroll along.”

This observation kind of took me aback.

I’ve always thought of myself as a fast walker — am in fact always being reprimanded by friends to “slow down” when we are walking together around the city.

I attribute my pace to my days at the University of Kentucky in Lexington.  The campus is sprawled out from North to South, and with only 10 minutes between some classes, you have to book — and I mean seriously motor — to get from one end to the other on time.

I thought my personal walk speed had been permanently reset.  Apparently Rory Dog has taught me how to slow down and enjoy the sights, sounds and people along the way.

Chalk up another life lesson to the “hairy human” in my life.

Funniest thing…

You can take a UK Wildcat out of Kentucky…

…but would you expect to find three in the same New York City block?

ME EITHER!!

Last night Rory Dog and I were taking our evening walk around my neighborhood on the Upper West Side.  This always includes a stop at Canine Country Club, a dog store literally around the corner from my apartment.  I gossip with my friends who work there, and Rory gets a treat.

Everybody wins.

A new guy joined the staff there a couple of weeks ago, and he and Rory have become best buds.  Last night he was wearing — wait for it — a UK shirt.  This is not something I see very often in New York City (unless I’m the one wearing it), so I had to ask.

Turns out he graduated from UK last year… lived in Kentucky for several years, too.  So for the next 30 minutes, we totally geeked out Kentucky-style, talking about UK, Lexington and all things Southern that we miss.  Our New York friends just shook their heads.

And while we’re chatting, who walks in?  Another UK graduate who lives in the hood!

Whackadoodle.

Since UK played Notre Dame last night — and beat them handily, I might add — I think the planets aligned to make that happen.  Gotta gather the UK faithful for a big game, no matter where they live.

GO BIG BLUE!